Is pizza and goofy golf okay for a first date?” She reached out to offer him her hand. He looked at the offered hand. “You’re a brave woman.” “Yes, I am.” She smiled with a glint of mischief. “And we can talk over dinner about this FBI file of mine you read.” He looked so surprised, she didn’t try to stop the laugh that bubbled up and spilled out. “I told you I’m a perfectionist, which also means I learn fast.” He took her hand. “Yes, I guess you do.”
Chapter Five
“Where did you find this place? Great pizza.” Zach took a bite of steaming double meat, double cheese pizza. He enjoyed the way Cassidy’s hazel eyes lit as she laughed. “I didn’t find Ray’s Pizza, it found me. I love this place. I would never have made it through college finals without their meatball subs.”
Something inside Zach shifted. Every time she laughed, the world around them became a little brighter. Why does she have to be so terrific? He watched in awe as she plowed through another piece of pizza. Their date so far had been the best he could remember—since his fiancée, Diane. The familiar pain and loss that came with thoughts of Diane flowed through him, almost crippling, even after all this time. He wasn’t sure he could handle losing another person he cared about, which meant he couldn’t afford to let himself care about Cassidy. Cassidy interrupted his thoughts. “I can’t believe you shot a thirty over par at Goofy Golf. Haven’t you ever played before?” Zach refused to admit he kept missing because he’d been distracted by the sight of her in a tank top and tight jeans. Especially the way those jeans outlined her perfect heart-shaped derriere when she bent over to putt. “I let you win.” He couldn’t quite meet her gaze since he knew she heard his thoughts several times while she’d putted. “Bull. You’re a horrible liar. I can feel waves of guilt off you every time you try.” The stunning smile she offered him took away any sting from the comment. “I know. I’m a horrible liar even with people who aren’t psychic. But Anderson and Gerald liked watching you putt, too.” He tried for his best innocent tone, and took a large swig of beer before searching for some safer subject. “Can I ask you something?” Cassidy nodded since she still chewed on a mouthful of pizza. She took a drink of beer and swallowed. “If you tell me we can go for dessert after this, I’ll tell you anything.” He reached over and brushed a long auburn curl that had fallen out of her ponytail away from her face. Her deep hazel eyes had the most fascinating green flecks in them. A sudden visual memory of when he’d carried her into her house popped into his mind—her eyes had been so alive with those bits of green, he’d been lost in them and didn’t resist when she’d kissed him. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat to better position the sudden erection that surfaced at the memory of kissing the sexy goddess across from him. “Do you have any special dessert in mind, or are you looking for more pints?” Cassidy grinned. “How dare you try and sully a girl catch-up time tradition.” Zach reached for another piece of pizza. “Far be it from me to tarnish such an institution.” He picked off a piece of pepperoni and popped it into his mouth. “So, was I right?” He looked up at her and waited for the realization to dawn. He loved watching the blush work its way up her lovely, long neck. She took a drink before answering. “Of course we talked about sex. What else are you supposed to talk about over ice cream?” she asked innocently. He recognized a loaded answer when he heard one and waded in before he could think better of it. “How about Baskin Robbins for dessert?” Cassidy began furiously choking. He reached across the table and